Aaliyah’s charming face is thoughtful as she interrupts, “Dear Sir, I seek to comprehend my allure to you?”
“My Lady, I drink you in with all my senses—your delicate crease, appealing to glimpse and silky to touch.
Your scent is enticing and draws me to you with its stirring fragrance.
Your delectable nectars, taste that fan the flames of my lust, my scorching need of you.
You awaken my primal man, and it is intoxicating. You’re the drug, and I’m addicted; you overwhelm me.”
With a content sigh, Aaliyah lays back and gently guides my head back between her thighs.
